CUPIDs Courtesy:
Or, The Young
Gallant Foild at his own Weapon.
He scorned Cupid and his Dart, --Until he found a wounded Heart
To a pleasant New Northern Tune
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THro the cool shady Woods
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As I was ranging:
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I heard the pretty Birds
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Notes sweetly changing.
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Down by a Meadow Side,
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Where runs a River;
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A little Boy I spyd
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With Bow and Quiver.
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Little Boy, tell me why
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Thou art here diving?
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Art thou some Run-away,
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And hast no Biding?
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I am no Run-away,
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Venus, my Mother.
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She gave me Leave to play,
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When I came hither.
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Little Boy, go with me,
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And be my Servant.
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I will take Care to see
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For thy Preferment.
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If I with thee should go,
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Venus wouln chide me,
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Shed take away my Bow,
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And neer abide me.
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Little Boy, let me know
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Whats thy Name termed,
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That thou dost wear a Bow,
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And gost so armed.
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You may perceive the same,
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With often changing:
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Cupid it is my Name,
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I live by ranging.
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I Cupid be thy Name,
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Which shoots at Rovers,
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I have heard of thy Fame
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By wounded Lovers.
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Should any languish, that
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Are set on Fire
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By such a naked Brat,
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I much admire.
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If thou dost but the least
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At my Laws grumble:
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Ill pierce thy stubborn Heart,
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And make thee humble:
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If I with my Golden Dart
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Wound thee but surely:
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Theres no Physicians Art
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That eer can cure thee.
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Little Boy, with thy Bow,
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Why dost thou threaten?
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It is not long ago
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Since thou wast beaten.
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Thy wanton Mother fair,
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Venus, will chide thee:
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When all thy Arrows are gone,
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Thou mayst go hide thee.
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Of powerful Shafts you see
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I am well stored:
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Which makes my Deity
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So much adored:
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With one poor Arrow now
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Ill make thee shiver:
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And bend unto my Bow,
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And fear my Quiver.
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Dear little Cupid be
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Courteous and kindly;
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I know thou canst not hit,
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But shootest blindly:
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Although thou callst me blind,
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Surely Ill hit thee;
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That thou shalt quickly find,
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Ill not forget thee.
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Then little Cupid caught
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His Bow so nimble;
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And shot a fatal Shaft,
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Which made him tremble:
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Go, tell thy Mistress dear,
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Thou canst discover
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What all the Passions are
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Of a dying Lover,
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And now his gallant Heart
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Sorely was bleeding;
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And frlt the greatest Smart,
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From Love proceeding:
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He did her Help implore,
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Whom he affected:
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But found that more and more
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Him she rejected.
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For Cupid with his Craft
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Quickly had chosen:
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And with a Leaden Daart
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Her Heart had frozen.
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Which causd this Lover more
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Sadly to languish;
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And Cupids Aid implore,
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To heal his Anguish.
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He humbly Pardon cravd
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For his Offence past:
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And vowd himself a Slave,
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And to Love stedfast.
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His Prayers so ardent were,
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While his Heart panted:
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That Cupid lent an Ear,
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And his Suit granted.
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For by his present Plaint
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He was regarded;
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And his adored Saint
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His Love rewarded.
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And now they live in Joy,
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Sweetly embracing:
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And left the little Boy
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In the Woods chacing.
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